He had to make Yan Fan understand that it was easier to invite a god than to send him away.
"It's easy to cause trouble," Bai Yi raised his lips, "Isn't this what we are best at?"
In the next two days, Hongyi understood her sister's character from Yan Fan's words, and began to make trouble for Yan Fan together with Baiyi.
In just two days, the Yan residence was in chaos and there was no peace because of the two of them.
Everyone in the mansion knew that their young lady was even more spoiled than before, and was even more untouchable than the master and the eldest son.
Early in the morning, Yan Fan had just gotten up, washed up, and prepared to eat. As he picked up his chopsticks, he heard a commotion outside.
He rubbed his ears, thinking that he had been traumatized by the annoyance of the red-clothed man for the past two days and started to hallucinate.
"Ahhh, Yan Zhenghai hit someone."
The man in red ran towards Yan Fan, wailing.
"Help!"
Yan Fan was sure that he was not hallucinating, so he slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up and walked out of the room.
I saw the girl in red wearing a plain dress running madly in front, and Yan Zhenghai chasing her with a stick and an angry face.
"What are you two doing so early in the morning?"
The girl in red ran behind Yan Fan and pulled his sleeve to complain.
"Yan Zhenghai scolded me and wanted to kill me."
"You're talking nonsense! It was you who pushed me into the pond the other day, and you've been acting like a tyrant in the mansion these past two days."
Yan Zhenghai glared at him angrily, the veins on his hand holding the stick bulging, and he wished he could go up and knock the man in red's head off.
Although Yan Min'er was spoiled before, she still knew to be afraid of him. How could she ride on his neck like this man?
"What does it mean to abuse one's power?"
The red-clothed woman retorted, "The food isn't tasty, and you can't let me say anything? I'm about to enter the palace. If I don't eat well and become ill and can't enter the palace, can you afford the punishment from the Emperor?"
"It's the same meal, you're just trying to cause trouble."
"That's enough."
Yan Fan interrupted the quarrel between the two with a harsh voice and turned to look at the woman in red.
"You know you're going to enter the palace, so why don't you study etiquette instead of just yelling here?"
"I yelled?" Hongyi glanced at Yan Zhenghai. "Your old eyes are blurry, can't you see Yan Zhenghai's stick? If this stick hits me and leaves a scar when I enter the palace, what will I say when the emperor asks about it?"
"But these are just minor issues. I'm afraid he'd really beat me to death," he lowered his voice. "You won't find another person like him to enter the palace."
Seeing Yan Fan didn't say anything, Yan Zhenghai became anxious.
"Dad, he's just taking advantage of the fact that he's going to enter the palace and he's fearless."
"I feel confident entering the palace? Then do you want to enter the palace too?"
"You," Yan Zhenghai said with gritted teeth, his face flushed with anger, "Don't forget, your friend is still poisoned."
Hongyi nodded and said with a smile: "I haven't forgotten, otherwise I would have gone even further. Anyway, compared with the lives of everyone in the Yan Mansion, my friend's death is a worthy one."
Yan Fan was a smart man. Although he poisoned Bai Yi, he didn't dare to let Bai Yi die. After all, he was afraid that if Bai Yi really died, he would be doomed, which was not the result he wanted.
"You're very clever."
Being praised by Yan Fan, Hong Yi was not modest and said, "He is smarter than your precious son."
"Dad," Yan Zhenghai said a little aggrievedly, "Are you really comfortable letting him enter the palace like this?"
"Why are you so worried?" The red-clothed man sneered, "My friend was poisoned. Didn't you poison him? You have no confidence at all."
"That's enough," Yan Fan pulled out his sleeve that was grabbed by the red-clothed man, "Go back and continue learning etiquette. If the food is not to your liking, ask the chef to make it again."
Although Yan Zhenghai was unwilling, he had to give up since his father had already spoken.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw the girl in red raise her hand to support her forehead, looking weak.
"Oh, my head is a little dizzy. I think the feng shui of that yard is not good."
Yan Fan looked impatient, knowing that this was his purpose, and asked unhappily, "Which courtyard do you want to change to?"
The man in red put his hand away and pointed at Yan Zhenghai.
"His yard has excellent feng shui and is spacious enough. I think I can learn etiquette faster there."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Zhenghai's tail was directly stepped on. Without waiting for Yan Fan to speak, he angrily waved his stick and greeted the man in red.
"You're dreaming if you want to exchange my yard."
Every blade of grass and every tree in his yard was extremely valuable. He had spent a lot of time and money hiring someone to build them, so how could he possibly exchange them?
Seeing the stick coming, the man in red smiled cunningly and pushed Yan Fan forward. The stick immediately landed heavily on Yan Fan's head with a dull sound.
The man in red hid the smile in his eyes, widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "If you don't want to change, then don't change. Why are you taking it out on others? Look, you beat your father to a pulp."
Yan Zhenghai threw the stick to the ground and walked forward to ask with concern.
"Dad, are you okay? I wanted to hit him."
Yan Fan raised his hands to cover his head, and when he lowered his hands, they were stained with scarlet, and his anger could no longer be controlled.
The man in red was here specifically to torture him.
"It's all bleeding. You were too cruel."
Hong Yi said with a look of fear on his face, "Luckily it didn't hit me on the head, otherwise I would have been in great danger."
Yan Zhenghai used almost all his strength when swinging the stick, and only when he saw him push Yan Fan did he reduce some of the strength.
"How dare you?" Yan Zhenghai glared at him. "If you hadn't pushed Dad, would this have happened?"
"If you hadn't hit me, would this have happened?"
The red-clothed man was not to be outdone.
"It's okay if you don't change the courtyard. There's been so much commotion in the Yan Mansion these past two days. I wonder if the Emperor will suddenly remember me and let me into the palace. If I don't have a good courtyard and learn the etiquette well, you can't blame me if I don't like the Emperor when I enter the palace."
Yan Fan took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his forehead, and after weighing the pros and cons, he made the decision.
"Zhenghai, give it to him."
…
Yu Yiluo sat by the window of Zuihua Palace, recalling the interesting stories of the Yan Mansion conveyed by the birds, and smiled with her eyes curved.
This is really interesting.
"Luo'er," Concubine Xian walked to Yu Yiluo's side and raised her hand to close the window. "Why are you sitting by the window? Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Yu Yiluo turned around and shook her head.
Concubine Xian held her and sat next to the charcoal fire, and then she heard the voices of Concubine Rou and others coming from outside.
Inviting everyone to sit down, Empress Xian looked at Concubine Rou with a smile.
"The Emperor has already agreed. Sister Roupin should also know about it, right?"
Roupin's face was filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sister Xianfei. The emperor sent someone to tell me that my mother would enter the palace at noon, so I came here specially to thank you, Sister Xianfei."
"You're welcome."
"Congratulations, Sister Roupin," Defei took the tea that Huarui handed her, took a sip, and said softly, "I heard that the Emperor asked the Third Prince to investigate Prince Duan. Does Concubine Xian know what's going on?"
Concubine De actually didn’t care about these things, but Mu Xue wanted to know, so she thought of asking Concubine Xian.
Looking at my niece's worried look, she must be worried that the Third Prince will be punished.
[Hehe, is the heroine so worried about the third brother? It turns out that the old ones are the wisest. Daddy's trick works.]
[The third brother has memories of his past life, so he feels indebted to the heroine and is reluctant to act hastily. But what if the heroine takes the initiative?]
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